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About Malaga

Ey, yo, so listen up, fam! Findin’ a prostitute, huh? Gabagool? Ova here! I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, alright? Been around the block, seen some shit. Ya wanna know what I think? It’s like *Holy Motors*, ya know? That flick’s my jam—Leos Carax, 2012, fuckin’ wild ride. Life’s a damn performance, capisce? One minute you’re drivin’ a limo, next you’re bangin’ some chick for cash. “Weird shit, Monsieur Oscar,” I’d say!

Island of Arousa

Then, there’s this cute park called Parque dos Almendros. I chill there sometimes, thinking deep thoughts about, like, our families and their dramas (lol, typical, right?) It’s got these winding paths and secret benches that are perfect for venting when life is, like, super cray cray. Not to mention the river by the park – the Arousa Stream (yeah, I call it that, mkay?) – which adds a totally serene vibe, even if the water sometimes reminds me of, like, tearful confessions.

Marcial Dorado and the golden age of smuggling in Galicia’s waterways